The Wangchuan River Water lapped against the bones lining the shore, the putrid vapor mingling with the deathly chill as it seeped into collars.
Pi Yanlin lowered his gaze to the White Bone Token rotating in his palm. As the bone butterflies beat their wings, the golden radiance they cast flickered into fine, shimmering spots at the corners of his eyes. Gu Qinghuan’s black cloak still rested on his shoulders, the lingering scent of soap on the fabric mixed with the stagnant musk peculiar to the Netherworld, giving him a touch of the mortal world he usually lacked.
"Are you... still that same lazybones?" Gu Qinghuan’s voice was as light as a leaf falling onto the Wangchuan River. Her fingertips unconsciously stroked the Judge’s Brush at her waist; the cloud patterns on its sheath had been worn smooth—a relic she had salvaged from the scene of her family’s annihilation ten years ago.
Chapter 132